Jack Kline x Reader One-shots

Moriah pt.1 (edited)

Anyone have any suggestions? Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know. CAN YOU REPEAT THE QUESTION!? Okay sorry. So this imagine takes place during the season 14 finale. If you haven't watched the season 14 finale then don't read any further. Like after this sentence don't read cause I'm gonna spoil it. GO! Okay so this imagine is about how you, the reader reacts to Jack's death and the start of the what? Fourth? Fifth apocalypse? Okay, read away!

Edited

~3rd P.O.V.~

Sam drove one of the many cars in the bunker's garage as Y/N anxiously sat next to him. Sam was going well over the speed limit, but that still wasn't fast enough.

"Sam, step on it!" She yelled. He glanced at her, then back at the road before letting out a long sigh.

"I'm going as fast as I can. The last thing we need is cops chasing us." He said, trying to reason with his niece. She knew he was right, but that didn't help with her nerves.

Chuck had created a gun so powerful that it could kill even Jack. A human could use it, but it came with a price. If Dean used it on the Nephilim, then he too would die. Y/N couldn't even think about losing Jack again, let alone her dad too.

Y/N noticed Sam slowly speed up and a small weight was lifted off her shoulders. She could tell they were close since she saw the cemetery in the distance.

They both arrived in record time. Sam parked the car as close as he could and they both got out, running as fast as they could. Y/N could see Jack kneeling on the ground with Dean pointing the Equalizer at his head.

"Dean?" Sam called out, beginning to run even faster. "Dean! Dean!" He yelled. Sam had longer legs, so he was slightly faster than Y/N. "Dean, don't!"

"Dad, put it down!" Y/N yelled.

"No. No, no, no, no, Dean! Hey, hey, hey! Dean!" Sam continued to yell.

"Stay back, guys!" Dean said. Sam grabbed onto Y/N's arm to stop her.

Y/N could see Jack's lips moving, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Just some words here and there. Like 'right' and 'monster'. She didn't even notice Chuck walk up next to her and Sam until her uncle spoke up.

"Do something." He whispered. When Chuck did nothing, Sam came to a realization. "Wait, you're enjoying this." All Y/N did was stare at him. What else could she do? He was God. He could destroy her with the snap of his finger. It was now obvious to her that Chuck never cared about her or Sam, or Dean. He cared about no one but himself.

Y/N broke her gaze off him when she heard something fall to the ground. Dean had thrown the Equalizer down. He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill Jack.

"No. Pick it up!" Chuck demanded. He walked over towards Dean. "Pick it up." He repeated.

"The hell, Chuck?" Dean asked, sounding tired.

"This isn't how the story is supposed to end."

"The story?" Cas asked.

"Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!" He said, going on a little rant.

"Wait, what are you saying?" Dean asked, his voice growing frustrated.

"He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time." Sam had began to unravel Chuck's true plan.

"Come on." He said with a scoff.

"Our entire lives. Mom, dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story?"

"Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So, pick up the gun. Pick it up, pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom."

"No." Dean said, backing away from Chuck. "No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't you just snap your fingers and end it!?"

"Look, I --" Chuck began, but was interrupted by Sam.

"And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over --" Sam scoffed before continuing. "Where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer, so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me."

"Dean, don't do this." Chuck said, trying to convince the oldest Winchester one last time.

"No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to Hell!"

"Have it your way." Chuck said. He then snapped his fingers and before they knew it, Jack was screaming in pain. Light began to pour out of his mouth and eyes. He was dying.

"Jack." Cas called out. "Jack! Jack." Cas then bent down towards the Nephilim, trying to find a way to help him.

"Stop it." Dean said. "Stop it!" He then began to walk towards Chuck, but he threw him into one of the headstones, it breaking in the process.

Sam pushed Y/N behind him since she wasn't moving. She was frozen, not able to tear her gaze away from Jack. He had just stopped screaming. That was it. He was dead. She didn't acknowledge Sam grabbing the Equalizer and shooting Chuck. She didn't really acknowledge anything until it was suddenly dark.

Y/N slowly walked towards Jack and knelt down next to him. She blocked out the small conversation Dean and Cas had. Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked at Jack. His eyes were burnt out and an imprint of his wings were scorched into the ground.

She only took her eyes off of him when she felt the ground begin to shake. She, along with Cas stood up as they watched some weird light shoot out from the ground.

"What the hell is happening?" Dean asked.

"Souls. They're souls from -- from Hell." Cas answered. Soon, graves began to explode and bodies came from the ground and they made their way towards the four. After watching for a few moments, Dean walked over to a gate. He pulled out three iron poles. One for him, one for Sam and one for Y/N.

They all slowly back up towards each other as the souls crept towards them, not yet ready to fight them. There were literally dozens of them. The closer they grew, the faster they went. Only seconds later, the souls were pushing them, all of them feeling the need to shed some blood.